Ain't that a bitch.

It has been a very interesting day today. I woke up this morning and made my daily trek to radiation and to have my chemo bag swapped out. Things have gone pretty well with only a slight problem with itching. The radiation oncologist was real pleased with how well I am handling the treatments. At the oncologist, I met another PanCan survivor and we had a really nice conversation exchanging conditions, observations and information. It was interesting that we both felt (as I am sure many others do as well) that the infusion room is almost like a cocoon of comfort for us. It is a place to go where everyone is somewhat like each of us. Our own personal Cheers. I met with Dr. Dobovsky and he was pleased enough with my progress that he suggested we meet every two weeks instead of weekly. Feeling pleased I went home to my loving wife and our new child, Bullwinkle. I now love both the female and the male that live under my roof with me.

Anyway as I write, I am battling nausea, sores in my nose, blisters on the bottoms of my feet and rashes on my legs and back from scratching. Ain't that a bitch. I am guessing my brain just could not handle being told by the doctors that they are pleased with how well I am doing. I just had to show them that it is not wise to get overly optimistic. The good news, though, is today is Monday and on Friday we are going up to the mountains with friends for the weekend. The leaves should be starting to really change colors. I am looking forward to introducing Bullwinkle to our Western Carolina home. I know he will love it there like we do.

Thanks for letting me push the Nov 15th PanCan walk on you. I really appreciate the support and the tolerance.